Ever have one of those days?
Y’know, where the phrase “So, do ya feel lucky? Well, do ya?” would apply to the way you approach… Everyone?
Where you really wish that someone who had behaved badly toward you would wander, unsuspectingly, into your personal space.
Where the dog walks around with an expression of perpetual “sorry” even though he hasn’t done anything wrong?
Yep. Having one.
My oldest son, with a bright yellow garbage bag over his head, slits cut for eyes and mouth, just mentioned that he “comes in peace.”
Maybe I should just chill.